Taking out the trash

To anyone who’s never had the experience of watching a beautiful naked woman clean your place while you sit on your ass and drink cold beer, it is every bit as enjoyable as it sounds.

Diana tears into the job as if it were the most important task ever asked of her. Which seems to be how she approaches everything. She starts by carrying out the trashed furniture and tossing them in the big dumpster. Then she wades (sometimes literally) into the piles of smaller shit (also sometimes literally) bagging most of it for the dumpster. (You had wondered if working barefoot in this mess would be an issue for her and had been prepared to let her put her boots back on, but she doesn't hesitate to jump right in as if daring the various thumb tacks, razorblades, and needles to do their worst.)

There's something almost hypnotic about watching her work, wearing nothing but her bracers and tiara. Her breathtaking body moves with so much energy and natural athleticism that she makes even bagging trash seem like an Olympic event if Olympic events were done in the buff. (Now there's an idea!)

If you're being honest with yourself, you had expected that forcing the high and mighty heroine to clean your shit would make you feel powerful by demeaning her. That one, not so much. The Amazon works with absolute dignity and confidence as if humiliation and subservience are trivial things beneath her notice.

But watching her work is its own kind of turn on. Not just because she's naked and hot - tho that certainly helps! - but the power, grace, and confidence she moves with are seductive in a different way. You never thought of competence as particularly sexy, but then you'd never seen an actual goddess literally taking out the trash.

At some point, guilt kicks in and you get up to help out. But Diana gives you a stern look and indicates that you should sit your ass back down. She does however accept your offer of a cold beer, taking a small drink, nodding-approvingly followed by a much longer pull.

"At least your taste in beer has improved," she says, looking at a pile of empty bottles of much-cheaper beer.

You shrug, "I can afford to now." She inclines her head, acknowledging the point, then takes another drink.

You've been openly staring at her magnificent body on display - given the situation, it seems foolish to play coy. Wonder Woman ignores your gaze, and barely looks in your direction at all.

You happen to glance down at a stack of old newspapers that haven't been hauled out yet, and whose picture is dominating the front page but your new housecleaner, getting some award from the mayor for saving the city again. You pick it up to look at the photo closer. "Wow, she's super hot. I wonder what she'd look like naked?" Then you hold the paper up so you can look back and forth from it to the Live And In Person version.

"Let me know if you find out," Diana says dryly, not bothering to look up from bagging one of the last piles of crap. "Is that all women are to you?"

"Of course not," a touch of defensiveness in your voice. "It is A thing, and not even the most important thing. But anytime you see a woman, the first thing you see is appearance. Your brain has already formed an opinion on that before you learn anything else. And because men are, largely, horn dogs, other parts of your body form their opinions as well and keep holding that opinion regardless of what else you learn about them. Are they smart or stupid? Nice or bitchy? Amazingly good at their job or incompetent? All of that information goes into the folder. But the cover of the folder is always How Hot Is she?"

The Amazon has stopped and turned to face you, her expression highly skeptical. As you finish, she simply raises an eyebrow.

"I’m not saying I'm proud of this," you hasten to add, "I'm just saying."